Pig Wisps
There was an oyster king far in the south who knew how to open oysters and pick out the pearls.
He grew rich and all kinds of money came rolling in on him because he was a great oyster opener and knew how to pick out the pearls.
The son of this oyster king was named Shovel Ears. And it was hard for him to remember.
“He knows how to open oysters but he forgets to pick out the pearls,” said the father of Shovel Ears.
“He is learning to remember worse and worse and to forget better and better,” said the father of Shovel Ears.
Now in that same place far in the south was a little girl with two braids of hair twisted down her back and a face saying, “Here we come—where from?”
And her mother called her Pig Wisps.
Twice a week Pig Wisps ran to the butcher shop for a soup bone. Before starting she crossed her fingers and then the whole way to the butcher shop kept her fingers crossed.